It had been a few days since meeting Garston, and now the elderly butler sat with the twins next to the roaring fire. Â It was late, stars twinkling in the evening sky outside the large window.
"What news, Barnabaix?"
"Good news, Master Rendafel. Â I have spoken to Master Hext, and he will be sending someone to train you in whatever weapon you wish."
"That is wonderful news, brother!"
The young elezen nodded, chest puffing out. Â "I will make mother and father proud. Â And Anne." Â His eyes glistened as he said those words, his sister patting him on the hand.
"Very good, Master Rendafel. Â Master Hext bids you make a decision within two days as not not waste any time."
"Of course. Â I shall go to my room and think upon this matter. Â Thank you, Barnabaix." Â Rendafel stood from his chair, the elderly butler standing as well, bowing as the boy left.
"What about me, Barnabaix?"
The butler turned to look at the young girl, a soft smile on his face. Â "Ah, my dear, you are going to help me in planting seeds within the minds of those found within Mistress Ophianne's book."
"Oh truly? Â That is wonderful!"
Barnabaix smiled. Â She showed as much excitement as Ophianne did when she was asked to do her first assignment. Â "Come now. Â We shall need quill and paper, as well as other items."
The young girl stood, and Barnabaix gently ushered her from the room. Â Yes, he will flush the killer out. Â And perhaps bring more power to the Rillemont name.
"What news, Barnabaix?"
"Good news, Master Rendafel. Â I have spoken to Master Hext, and he will be sending someone to train you in whatever weapon you wish."
"That is wonderful news, brother!"
The young elezen nodded, chest puffing out. Â "I will make mother and father proud. Â And Anne." Â His eyes glistened as he said those words, his sister patting him on the hand.
"Very good, Master Rendafel. Â Master Hext bids you make a decision within two days as not not waste any time."
"Of course. Â I shall go to my room and think upon this matter. Â Thank you, Barnabaix." Â Rendafel stood from his chair, the elderly butler standing as well, bowing as the boy left.
"What about me, Barnabaix?"
The butler turned to look at the young girl, a soft smile on his face. Â "Ah, my dear, you are going to help me in planting seeds within the minds of those found within Mistress Ophianne's book."
"Oh truly? Â That is wonderful!"
Barnabaix smiled. Â She showed as much excitement as Ophianne did when she was asked to do her first assignment. Â "Come now. Â We shall need quill and paper, as well as other items."
The young girl stood, and Barnabaix gently ushered her from the room. Â Yes, he will flush the killer out. Â And perhaps bring more power to the Rillemont name.
